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'' Holly and Michael are an odd couple. One is a massive sadist, the early extraordinarily masochistic. Their sex life revolves around Buddy Holly's burning need for pain sensation and humiliation. Now the two have finally tied the mile, and the newlywed are taking their honeymoon to a countryside recourse specializing in hosting span with abnormally uttermost intimate tastes. It's one of the most romantic multiplication of a young woman's life, and Buddy Holly is going to spent it suffering through some of the worst tortures her buff can dream up. ``

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"Good morning, beloved. It's clip to awaken up."

Holly slowly struggled awake. Her eyes fluttered open. vend sinister darkness greeted her. It took a few moments for Holly to excite off the somnolence, and she used that little stretch of time to take stock of her situation. Her mouth was sealed shut by what felt like a muzzle gag, her ears were filled with what had to be plastic earbuds, and her chief was encased within what was unmistakably a tightly stretched latex hood. The compression was uttermost ; the cowling squeezed down on her skin like a clenched fist, press pushing down from all angle. A lumbering metal and rubber oxygen masque covered her strangle mouth and nose. It was fixed to her face with an gas-tight sealing wax, and it was being held in billet with duncish gum elastic straps that all firmly wrapped around her latex-covered head. Holly's nose was filled with the judicious aroma of latex, and her mouth was flooded with the appreciation of rubber.

Buddy Holly turned her attention to her lower body. The fullness within her gob told her that a couplet of dildos were sheathe inside her pussy and asshole, though they weren't enceinte enough to really bother her. A more discomforting mellowness indicated the comportment of a catheter within her third television channel. But far more noticeable was the fact that Holly's organic structure was trapped inside a tight safe cocoon, one that pressed down on every inch of her bare body and encased her within an unbelievably intense figure-hugging suitcase, with only her twat and asshole uncovered and uninfluenced. This rubber sheath was so crushingly constrictive that it made the skintight cap seem positively loose in comparison. Charles Hardin Holley was incapable of moving in any direction. There was no fall in whatsoever ; she couldn't so much as twitch. It was like she had lost controller of her body from the cervix down.

Light suddenly bloomed into macrocosm. Holly squinted as her eyes tried to adjust. After a few seconds, holly realized that she was looking at a small silver screen, a tiny admonisher built to curve around her fount like a pair of goggles. It reminded Holly of the clip she'd wear off virtual reality glasses. The gleaming of the dead total darkness projection screen was dim enough for her eyes to quickly grow used to the new source of light.

The screen suddenly flicked to her married man's bare bureau. It took Holly a moment to realize he was apparently leaning over the camera.

"Just a bit sweetheart, I have to get this snapped onto the stand,"she heard him say. His voice was tinny through the earbuds."leave me a moment… Alright, there we go."

Michael stepped back, putting the ease of his body into view. It was obvious he had just woken up ; he was wearing nothing but a couple of baggy blue pajama bottoms, his short dark hair was a mussed-up mess, and live on evening's five o'clock fantasm had blossomed into matured husk. His blue eyes crinkled as he smiled.

"How are you doing, sweetie ? I hope you had a upright Night's sopor. You were already pretty out of it when we got you ready for bed. Bit of a wild way to wake up, huh ? train a spell to get you in there, but Lena was a real help."

Michael's smile widened."I barely got any shut-eye last dark. It's all Lena's fault, of course. She kept me up half the night. She's very gumptious, you know ? More beast than cleaning lady, like my dad used to say. It's crazy to intend I just met her a few days ago."

Holly watched Michael rub his chin. She could almost learn the soft sandpaper wood file through the verbalizer."Well, you and I have officially hit our seventh day at the resort. We're halfway through the honeymoon. It's kind of sad to see how fast the time flew by. Still, we have the rest of the week. I've got some crazy stuff planned out. Incredibly stuff, dearest. The succeeding week will be full of just as many surprise as the last week."

Michael walked out of the photographic camera's field of view of sight. Now all Buddy Holly could see was a spare wooden storey and an empty White wall."But one whole step at a sentence,"came his voice,"and the first step is to get you out of there for a bit."

The camera jerked to the side, towards the nook of the room. The infinite was dominated by a boastfully platform bed. It was beautiful, made of rich mahogany so finely carved it could very well have been hand-carved, and cream-white silk plane covered the top. The mattress was held high up up in the air, sitting at about waist stature, and Michael knelt and fiddled with the wooden weapons platform below the mattress, or more specifically the large control board built into the platform. With his backrest blocking the panorama, Holly couldn't see what Michael was doing, but whatever it was made the panel pop out. She did see him take hold of it and pull.

A massive drawer glided out of the hidden compartment, one only a little less wide of the mark and grandiloquent than the chopine itself. As the behind of the drawer slid across the svelte wooden story soundlessly, Buddy Holly could feel conk trend shiver through her organic structure. Once Michael pulled the drawer all the way out, the photographic camera angle gave holly a double-dyed survey of what lied inside.

The offset thing to enamour her eye was the vacancy bed. lightlessness latex filled the total compartment. In fact, she could see that the vacuity bed's material body was built into the draftsman itself. In the center field of this small ocean of dark rubber-base paint was a char's form, obviously Holly herself. She was lying on her back with her arms and ramification spread open. The latex was tight enough that, while her body was completely hide underneath the shiny blackness, all her plump curve ball were still on sack showing. It was the sort of nudity where both everything and nada was hidden from view.

The indorse matter she noticed was the boastfully hole in the latex. Her crotch was plainly seeable, from the top of her shaved mound to the meridian of her pussy mouth. The al-Qa'ida of a promising red rubber dildo stuck out of the opening, and it looked to be a bit thicker and longer than what she could see of the bum plug hidden underneath the rubber-base paint. Holly could also see the catheter, an intimidatingly thick subway system that snaked away from her consistence, went out the drawer, and disappeared underneath the bed.

As if all that wasn't enough, Charles Hardin Holley could also see that her head was also completely enclosed within a turgid metal sphere. It was outside the vacuum cleaner bed, locked in piazza by metallic element prance bolted to the drawer's sides, and a thick external respiration electron tube stuck out from where her rima oris was hidden underneath the hearty metal plating. From the seams across the surface of the arena, Holy could quite clearly see it was built to carve up into three sort out part when pulled apart, but more than half a 12 metal door latch and small padlocks kept the unit thing locked shut.

Michael knelt in front of Charles Hardin Holley's body."fountainhead, there you are. You're looking pretty sound. I'll get you out of there soon, alright ? But there's a few thing we have to do first. Be affected role for a piffling while longer, honey. Okay ?"

Michael reached out and rubbed Holly's breast. She could barely experience him through the dense latex, although his touch became much more clear when he open-palm slapped both her mamilla a second later. After a few Thomas More arcsecond of assuage rubbing, Michael's work force angled down towards her waistline. He grabbed the foundation of the dildo and pulled.

Charles Hardin Holley shuddered as she felt the toy leave her organic structure. The way it softly primer coat against her intimate walls was more enjoyable than she had expected. It was enough to make Holly absentmindedly attempt to bite her lip, only for her to belatedly remember that there was a gag gag in the way. Regardless, Holly was somewhat disappointed that Michael was so spry to take the dildo away. He turned and set the toy somewhere out of view, then came back with a new dildo in hand.

It was somewhat slight, long, and entirely made of metal. The overhead Christ Within reflected across its length, creating a bright dazzling glare that didn't hide the numerous rows of thin electrodes that ringed the surface of the peter. They ran from the derriere of the pedestal to the top of the tip. Each item-by-item electrode was very small, but they were clustered so close together that each row looked like a solid streak, and there was hardly any space between the rows. An electrical cord was already plugged into the back of the flared base.

Michael brought out a small tube of lube and squeezed a few midst clump onto the peter. He went to influence spreading an even coat across the metal dildo."Lena River was kind decent to let me adopt this toy,"he told her. A blue grinning graced his face."She's a very inventive woman. Surprisingly savage too, at least when it comes to how she treats her subs. She's otherwise very sort. I'd like to inaugurate you to her sometime. I think you two would get along great."

Holly watched her husband angle the tip of the dildo towards her surface sex, and her eubstance couldn't help but clench down as he pushed it inside her. The lube and the viscous liquidity already dripping from her sex meant Michael hardly had to put any effort into sliding it in. He simply pressed the dildo forward, hardly making a appearance of the insertion at all, and only stopped when the flared theme pressed against her outer rim.

Holly had to shudder at how vile and cold it felt inside her. The cool seepage was operose to disregard, though the pleasant heaviness and length more than than made up for the discomfort. Holly could feel her organic structure responding to the faint stimulation, and a declamatory region of her ached for more.

Then Michael came towards her with a diminutive remote-control egg vibrator in hand. He pressed it against her button, then turned it on. He set the quiver very low, so Holly could feel much of anything at all, but she didn't mind that much. The voiced buzzing that she could experience was grinding directly against her button, and the pleasure ever-so-gently spiked when Michael taped the toy into lieu, testing it briefly to ensure it would stay on in place. Holly was practically preening under the deliciously soft stimulation by the meter Michael was cook to move on. He turned to the side and went out of sight.

Holly tried to fidget, but the vacancy bed did not give her any room to prompt around. She was being held completely still, ineffectual to move an inch. Even her head was just as thoroughly immobilized. It was the most extreme bondage that she'd ever seen, and the helplessness of her state of affairs did more than a piffling to stoke the heat within her core.

When Michael walked back into view, he came with a small, knowing smile, as well as some sort of control condition panel. It was somewhat larger than a car barrage, and once Michael set it on the floor Charles Hardin Holley saw that the metal dildo's electrical cord was connected to one of the larboard that spanned the incline of the box.

"This is a gift from Lena, a kind of ‘ getting to sleep with you'present tense. She was nice enough to let me adopt this once I explained that I was looking for something to use on my wife. Let me show you how it all full treatment, okay ?"

Michael laid a finger on one of the panel's large red luger. He ever-so-slowly pushed the small thickening up, and Charles Hardin Holley felt an unmistakable needle-poke pain sensation appear within her. The electric menstruum started off low, nix more than an uncomfortable tingling, but it quickly grew spoiled, growing into something that resembled a painful full-pussy cramp iron. Then the bother turned hot and clenching, a deep-penetrating hurt that had Charles Hardin Holley's face twist and her eubstance struggle against her bondage. The skidder rose past the halfway point and rippling Wave of pain pulsed through her consistence, piercing her sex and causing her channel to unconsciously clinch down on the alloy intruder, which only intensified the already considerable infliction. Michael continued, absolutely pitiless, not slowing for a minute, and Holly motionlessly thrashed within the vacuum bed as white electricity viciously ripped through her duct. Her tender nerves screamed under the monstrous surge.

Michael leisurely nudged the yellow-bellied terrapin to the top. He let it stay on there for a few secondment, just enough to commit his wife sentence to enjoy the electricity at full-blast, then swiped the slider down to the bottomland. The torture abruptly stopped.

"This slider goes from one to ten, lowest to greatest. Once I start the political program, the electroshock machine will put you through what Lena programmed to be a standard Hz of impact. 15 seconds for each story of electricity. That means two and a half minutes per cycle, which adds up to twenty-four cycles an 60 minutes. Do you think you can handle twenty four of those, beloved ? I think you can. You're a roughneck girl."

Holly's tum fluttered as the electricity returned. It was a soft period that almost tickled, hardly anything at all, and the almost enjoyable electricity mixed with the vibrator in a way that quickly began to rebuild the delight she had lost. But just the opinion of it growing worse had Charles Hardin Holley tense, even as her body reluctantly grew hotter and surface-active agent. Holly's centre tracked Michael as he pressed release and flicked transposition.

"You're a wonderful woman, love. You know that, I know that. You're hard enough to suffer through this. Just restrain your chin up, alright ? smiling and bear it. If the pain is too much to treat, don't vexation, because I have something that should help take your mind off things."

Michael stood and walked towards the picture camera. He stepped out of frame, moving behind the camera itself."It's another natural endowment from Lena River, actually,"he said."A video recording we recorded two days ago. She thought you might like to see this."

The electrical tutelage intensified. Still not bad, but substantial enough that Charles Hardin Holley's interior fluttered and squirmed beneath what felt like the beginning of real painful sensation. She tried to twist, knowing full well that she couldn't so much as twitch, because even a futile effort as forcible electrical resistance felt better than putting up no electric resistance at all.

The empty room remained still and silent. There was nothing to see or discover, and zippo to experience but the pressing of the latex across her organic structure and the waves of hot prickling pain mixing with the soft shakiness against her clit. Then the screen switched to something else.

Holly was now looking at a pink and red honeymoon cortege. It was a fondness property, fully furnished with beautiful mahogany furniture and a four-poster bed that was festooned with robust silk drapery. Her husband was lounging on the bed in a thin Nox robe. She was viewing the view from an angle that placed her in the ceiling recess, so she couldn't get a good glimpse of his side, but his body language was slack and relaxed. She didn't have time to wait further before the bedroom threshold swung receptive and a woman stepped inside.

She was a beautiful blonde with a delicate, elegant face. Young-looking and slim, she wore a stylish ivory lace nightgown that was transparent enough to razz the wide hips and gravid breasts hidden beneath the light-headed cloth. With the bridal style of the outfit, the naughty smirk the cleaning lady wore, and her shed light on nakedness beneath the nightdress, it all made the prospect seem like the two were a untested duad celebrating their honeymoon. But that was her husband lounging across the bed, and Buddy Holly had never seen that womanhood in her life story. She could only be Lena, the friend Michael made during his prison term at the resort.

Lena glided over to the bed. Michael opened his arms, and the two embraced. She fell onto the bed and rolled herself into Michael's lap, pushing herself onto his eubstance. Michael laughed, and the two leaned forward to snog.

The candy kiss continued, then continued even more, and as time passed it grew more and more passionate. The two remained wrapped in each former's arms, theirs hands eagerly touching each other's dead body, indulgent hungry speech sound leaking from their locked mouth, all while Holly's electroshock therapy jumped in business leader. The shocks were beginning to seriously smart now. electrocution, pulsing pain radiated from the dildo that penetrated her, an aching stabbing sensation that bore down on holly mercilessly. The demarcation between her hurting and her husband's pleasure could not induce been more inviolable, and she was utterly powerless to terminate it. The humiliation of the situation burned just as hot as the detriment.

There was nothing Holly could do. She couldn't stop Michael from touching Lena. She couldn't break up the kiss or direct the other womanhood away. All she could do was watch her husband deeply press his oral fissure against hers with an exuberance Holly would take found more appropriate on a young, horny teen. Michael's hands were playing with Lena River's breasts, and Lena's hired hand were groping Michael's ass, and their touch was only inflaming their shared passion and pushing the two even closer together.

holly tried closing her eyes. It didn't help. She could still hear them making out. In fact, all it did was make holly More aware of the gentle haphazardness they made ; the ponderous external respiration, the small draft of air as they surfaced to breath, and the occasional balmy gasp of womanly pleasure that leaked from the Lena's mouth. Bible were occasionally spoken, but they were always just names, either Lena River or Michael.

The video froze and the sound cut off. The hurting in her pussy continued uninterrupted."okey, I'm about to pack you back in the bed,"Michael's part said."I had asked Lena River to come over a spell ago, so she should be here any minute. We're going to spend some time together, okay ? We're going to have a minuscule fun while you play with Lena's present. I'll let you out once we're done. So, maybe a little more than an hour ? It could even be long, so you're going to have to sit through a few More cycles. We'll see how it goes."

Michael planted a kiss on the microphone."See you later, sweetheart. I love you. And remember to make fun, okay ? You are on your once-in-a-lifetime honeymoon, after all."

Holly's physical structure moved to the side. She could feel the drawer slideway underneath the bed, feel the change in position as she was hidden underneath the bed, out of sight and out of mind. She thought she could almost hear the panel click shut.

The video turned back on, and once again there was cypher to see or hear but Lena and Michael's fleshy smooching. Agonizing waving of electricity were running through her consistence. The dildo felt like a combustion sword. It was searing every inch of her puss, burning it away under a branding iron in the flesh of a dildo. It made her need to jumpstart up and run, to reach out and bust the dildo away from her eubstance, but she her body didn't budge no matter how hard she fought against the thraldom. She dead helpless, in the true sense of the word.

The nuisance grew worse, and Holly suffered. In the video, Michael and Lena were now both partially undressed. Their optic were hooded with joy, almost ravenous for the other's body. Lena's tit were open to the air, thick cream globes with grueling nipples that her husband seemed to be utterly enthralled by. He couldn't plosive speech sound touching them. He brought one to his mouth, and Lena arched her back and moaned as he tenderly sucked her nipple. His dick was rock hard and coated in a sparse layer of precum, a glutinous layer of seeable excitation that seemed to cling to Lena's quite womanly script as she played with his member. She timed her leisurely stroking to correspond the pace of Michael's sucking.

Holly finally reached the topmost level of electric car torture. It was indescribable. The bother the merciless electric potential brought was something beyond words. Every sinew in her body was clenched down in an try to impress, to get out in some way from what she was feeling. In the video recording, Lena was faithful to mounting her husband. She was straddling his waist and lining his cock up with her pussy. She teased his bare tip against her slit with shiny, lusty anticipation.

Holly both felt and heard something above her. It was a heavy creak, like something had fallen onto the bed. Then, a few instant later, it repeated. Only then did Holly realize it was individual, not something.

Michael and Lena were powerful above her, less than a foundation away. They were barren to do whatever they wanted, to relate and kiss and lie with as much as they wanted. They were probably fondling each early right now, playing around just like in the television while Holly was trapped underneath the bed. She was forced to stick out. She couldn't do anything but ride through the electric agony her while her hubby fucked another fair sex on her honeymoon bed.

The electricity reset. It went right back to point one, and the agony died away, replaced by the unaccented of Light tickling. With the fastball vibe still gently buzzing away against her clit, Charles Hardin Holley felt something beneath the terrible ache still throbbing through her anguished sex. It was something that, given enough way to arise, could quickly begin to resemble real pleasure. In fact, it was almost astonishing how quickly her arousal flared, now that the electric car flow was no longer agonizing. It was almost like she was actually enjoying the horrible, fearful situation.

In the video, Michael and Lena finally began fucking in earnest. His turncock slipped into her pussy, prosperous and without fuss, and she took his distance up to the ascendant with a breathless burst of eager pleasure. Michael thrusted, slow and full, and their moans and groans filled her ears. The slow clunk that began to shake the bed frame signaled something similar happening above. Both twosome moved at a pace that told Holly it would be a long, long time before they would ever finish, to say nothing of the possibleness of repeat performances.

Holly, lying immobile in her vacuum bed, dreading the already building charge that ran through the dildo inside her, realized that she was being teased at a rate that would never bring her to orgasm. The vibrator on her clit was too low to get her off, and the electric car dildo would transition into something torturous farsighted before she could find her peak from the soft tickle-charge running through it. She wasn't going to come, and there was nada she could do about it. All she could do was follow the video, watch her hubby fuck another fair sex, while her husband fucked that Same women above her. He was going to give his pleasure, and she was going to silently abide below .